Drive-by Truckers Life In The Factory Lyrics

Life In The Factory Lyrics

Let me tell ya'll a story



So far fetched it must be true



Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida and a boy who was man enough for
two.



Practiced twelve hours a day in the Hell House



In the swamps out side of town.



100 degrees without no open windows



Heat radiating off the tin.







They named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd, after the coach who kicked them out of
school.



Practiced seven days a week cuz Rock's the only thing to save them from life in
the factory.







They spent years inside the Hell House



Then they opened foe The Who



90 degrees, outdoor, summer festivals



Them, boy's wouldn't even break a sweat.



Played each show like their lives depended on it



300 a year will take its due



They kicked The Stones ass out at Knebworth



Ask anyone who was there and they'll tell you







They hit the road doing ninety



Leave them steel mills far behind.



Ain't no good life at the Ford plant



Three guitars or a life of crime







Sold out shows and platinum records, New York critics and redneckers



Bunch of boy's from Florida had them eating from their hands



They got the fame and all the glory



But folks, it's still a sad story when legend over shadows the songs and the
band.







Let me tell y'all a story that more or less is the truth



From the swamps of Northern Florida to the swamps just north of Baton Rouge.